Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
He fucked me wildly, slamming into my hole as he whipped my heated back over and over. I tried to focus on the pain to stave off my orgasm, but I only felt rapture. Every strike fanned the flames, and I was convinced I would combust.
When the flogger clattered to the floor, I was filled with both disappointment and relief. I missed the sting, but I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. Master moved faster, fucked harder, as he leaned forward and growled in my ear, “Cum now!” His teeth sank into the side of my neck, and I was gone.
My mouth dropped open, but no noise came out; only my soul momentarily escaped as I came harder than I ever imagined was possible. Sticky warmth splattered over my stomach, thighs, and the floor. Lights burst in my vision, and my spent body sagged.
Master thrust hard twice more, then gripped my sides as he shouted. His cock pulsed against my hole as he spurted warm seed deep within me.
*****
Topher
I held onto Anderson’s hips as I blinked hard, making sure I wouldn’t pass out from overwhelming pleasure. Once I came back to myself, and could see something besides fireworks, I turned my full attention back to my boy.
He was so beautiful with my marks all over his skin, and my cum deep inside him; I’d claimed him in every way. He was mine.
Anderson’s body was limp, and the straps of the cross were supporting his weight. I didn’t want him to lose circulation in his hands, so I had to move him while he was still conscious (ish). If he slipped totally under, I couldn’t carry him.
I unbuckled his ankles first, and then used my left hand to support his back while I unclasped each of his wrists. I draped his thick arm across my shoulders, and guided his wobbly legs over to the futon.
I tried to lay him gently on the cushion, but he sort of flopped ungracefully onto it. He was smiling though, so I didn’t worry about it. I climbed onto the mat beside him and took him in my arms. It was time for some serious aftercare and snuggles.
Anderson’s body was pink and warm; my own personal heater as I held him close to me, softly stroking his skin and supporting him as he came down from his heights of passion. I would rub some numbing cream on him to soothe his flesh once he was alert, but for now, I just needed to be close to him.
He looked so peaceful as he lay next to me. He wasn’t asleep, as his eyes were open and unfixed, but he wasn’t fully awake either. He’d told me before that our playtime put him in a different plane; a place devoid of thought or worry, only bliss. I was grateful to be able to give that to him.
He gave me peace as well. He satisfied my deep seated need to both dominate and care; something I only felt towards him. In most areas of my life, I was more than happy to take the backseat. But I loved stepping up and taking control of Anderson’s body, and I was thankful that he trusted me in that way - in every way.
Anderson rolled his head over to face me and gave me a breathtaking smile. His eyes were glassy but focused, and I knew that he’d come back to himself. “There you are,” I whispered, and cupped his furry cheek. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” he replied dreamily.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Even though all signs pointed to bliss, it was our first time experimenting with this, and his care and comfort were paramount.
“You were perfect.”
“You were perfect,” I countered before kissing his lips. “You are perfect.”
“And that was the perfect anniversary gift,” he beamed.
Anderson and I had been married five years, and had been exploring the BDSM lifestyle for the past year or so. It brought us even closer together, allowing us to achieve balance in all aspects of our life together.
Outside of the bedroom, Anderson was in charge. He was the breadwinner, decision maker, and head of our house. But at the end of the day, he needed to let loose and hand the reins over to me; to let me make his body sing and his worries flutter away. I was his peace, and he was my anchor.
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer in a subtle change of power. Playtime was over, and he was taking control once more. I smiled and snuggled up to him, happy to hand it over. I was ready to be pampered.
“Do you have a gift for me too?” I asked, batting my eyelashes sweetly and making him chuckle.
“My ass wasn’t enough?”
I snorted a laugh and had to keep myself from swatting his shoulder; I didn’t want to hurt his tender skin. “Baby, your ass is always enough.” I loved how we could flip the switch from intense flogging to light hearted teasing in an instant.